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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Sezarious" data-source="post: 6755890" data-attributes="member: 6792106">Our party gathers the next afternoon on the other side of the docks, a much smaller merchant ship than the one they have been staying in sits, ready to be boarded.  Daedarai leads his companions on board with a bow and the quick flick of his hands.  Again it appears he is making small talk, but before everyone knows it, they walk away into a storage shed and climb each into fairly comfortably sized crates.  5 minutes later, they're loaded on board.  An hour passes and you are each carried out and a little ways onto land.A quick two taps on Daedarai's box tells him he should wait 10 minutes more and then reveal himself.  When he does so, he finds himself standing under a light hessian canopy amongst the other crates in a dugout in the sand.   As others climb out, they find everyone is accounted for.  There is also an additional crate, which when opened,  reveals a scruffy looking male half-elf. "Hello friends!  I am ready to receive my instructions!  I must extend my thanks to the guild for smuggling my family out of the under city, what with the red death and all", he beams at everyone with a smile, awaiting a reply.</blockquote>